Sometimes when on a trip you feel like you've been behind the wheel for days and your eyes begin to droop, you must take the next exit to swap seats with whoever's willing to drive next. These moments are seemingly empty until you witness someone else doing it, and it brings a smile to your face in remembrance of your own swaps.
Walt & I like to spice our swaps up and therefore make it a point to meet in the middle of the Chinese fire drill with a kiss.
2 comments:
I'm sorry, but your blog readership doesn't want to be informed when you kiss your husband. That's TMI
A. Dorable.
Geez, you guys are cute.
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